Today I was suspended from Twitter.
In a process that is wonderfully Kafkaesque, I have no idea what I am accused of, and who my accusers are. The burden of proof is apparently upon me to convince Twitter that I have not violated their ‘code of conduct’.
I have never sent spam, never posted obscenity in either word or image, never written anything defamatory, never stolen from another, never done anything that could possibly give offence.
But I cannot disagree with those faceless individuals at Twitter who have decided to suspend my account pending my ‘appeal’.
I don’t fit the Twitter profile at all. I don’t post pornography, misogyny, racism, sexism, bigotry, or personal abuse. I am not a plagiarist, a stealer of words or images, a peddler of wares, a multinational on the make, a sad troll who disrespects and insults those least capable of defending themselves, or a populist who goes with the flow.. I do not tweet banal, pointless tweets about my life. I am not of the Twitter ‘mould’.
And nor, dear WordPress follower, if you are reading this, are you. There is quality there, but you have to dig pretty deep to find it.
So, I agree Twitter, I have violated your arcane and arbitrary code. I am guilty of quality and good taste and a belief in respect, sensitivity, humanity and style. I am most certainly guilty.
And I am gone.
Like lots of others apparently. Twitter is in decline.
Keep up the good work, blue bird..
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